Journey called life has shown all the dimensions till date.
I had no moment to be happy but had moments to curse my fate.
Walking down the memory lane, carrying my heart with pain.
I can see Dark night and clumsy shadow with crying rain.
My life has seen no blossoms, its all dark, all ugly, and all bad.
Happiness never knocked my door, chance or luck, I never had.
Strange desire to overcome propels, so still I live, and I fight,
To see the battle is over, I keep my eyes open all the night.
Now I am tired of this life, this darkness and my eyes are wet,
Let me take the last breath in peace... say cheers to my death!!
:SaGa
I had no moment to be happy but had moments to curse my fate.
Walking down the memory lane, carrying my heart with pain.
I can see Dark night and clumsy shadow with crying rain.
My life has seen no blossoms, its all dark, all ugly, and all bad.
Happiness never knocked my door, chance or luck, I never had.
Strange desire to overcome propels, so still I live, and I fight,
To see the battle is over, I keep my eyes open all the night.
Now I am tired of this life, this darkness and my eyes are wet,
Let me take the last breath in peace... say cheers to my death!!
:SaGa
good one
ReplyDeleteI feel great compassion not for those who die, but rather for the inherently broken way we're socially conditioned to vew he deathe. We're taught to root ourselves to the temporary - the perfect recipe for gauranteed suffereing.
ReplyDeleteGood Work :)
ReplyDeleteKeep it up....
gud1
ReplyDeleteone hardly realises these, which is actually the truth of a life.Nice one !!!! to know the fact of life.
ReplyDeleteafter going through your poem i realises that you have very negative feeling. poem is good. but it should be about the joy and the wonderful journey a person do in his life.
ReplyDeletegod bless you.
prabhat
Thoughts are not always personal...when things strike words come out.
ReplyDeletedude "WHY SO SERIOUS"
ReplyDeletefriend, your words are like mine now.Thanks a lot for gifting such a beautiful truth. According to me- suicide is 99% luck and 1% hard work, but living life is 99% hard work and 1% luck. for me it only the 2nd one.....take care friend
ReplyDeleteThe poem as such is good. However, the thought in itself is filled with negativity and remorse.
ReplyDeleteyour work is excelent. why you choose to write negative ones?
ReplyDeleteThe poet did put himself into the character to let the words pour out very well, I look forward to see the words coming from the greener side of the grass as well. Good one on this Dada.
ReplyDeleteBest,
Sumit
Great Thoughts, by the great person.
ReplyDeleteMost ppl are wondering about the obvious "darker" theme instead of the actual feelings potrayed in the poem. So it makes me believe that they have actually not 'read' the poem properly. Pity!
ReplyDeleteI like the short (poetic) story of despair -- very nicely laid -- excellent work!
Great poems ,really
ReplyDeletekeep doing good work
Pradeep Shukla
http://www.linkedin.com/in/seoexpertpradeepshukla
Well said, gd wrk. I never u write so well.
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